By Michael Ceraolo Henry Aaron I was too new to argue when a Braves PR guy decided to call me Hank; everyone who knew me called me Henry From what I've heard of Babe Ruth, he would have congratulated me for breaking his record, just as I later congratulated Barry Bonds But in April 1974 … Continue reading Henry Aaron and Other Poems
Swish
By Matthew Ulmer I was invisible until the day I got superpowers. Not literally invisible, of course. Just your average high school kid: a small group of equally irrelevant friends, a crush on a girl who didn’t know I existed, an out-of-reach dream college as I entered sophomore year. And I really sucked at sports. … Continue reading Swish
Their Time: Female Biathletes, a Landmark Anniversary, and the Battle against Climate Change
By Kris Haines-Sharp She came with two kids, two guns, and a dog. The dog and children stayed. The guns? Another story. One sold to a man in his forties who had taken up biathlon. The other, propped in a case in the back of our bedroom closet. I stopped reading the stickers, plastered on … Continue reading Their Time: Female Biathletes, a Landmark Anniversary, and the Battle against Climate Change
Academy Classics: The League
By Thomas Page Mary Susannah Damon did not expect this to happen. Sure, dabbling in the Dark Arts would cause some closed-minded people to say that she was in league with the Devil himself, but she did not expect the League of Magic meeting at her local civic center to be so intolerant. "What do … Continue reading Academy Classics: The League
The Value of a Sidearm Pitcher
By John Affleck It began when I was sitting alone at the Twins-Mets game. No minder, no driver. I’d sent them off to lunch. He sat down next to me in the stands, and I mean right next to me. He recognizably walked up the stairs and down the row — did not shuffle, did … Continue reading The Value of a Sidearm Pitcher
Achieving Minimal Yardage
By Chad M. Horn unholy huddle spaghetti-armed Hail Mary arm cocked/ elbow locked fanciful face mask unintentional grounding T-shaped hand signal Monday Night Muse Wall bilateral time passage commercial breakage punted on first down: offsided ball bursting blitz drop-kicked to Friend Zone
“Secondary” (Haiku 204-209)
By Thomas Page Numbers, decimals Black strokes on a page, A grade book or old ledger Chalk-coated blackboards Hung scuffed off white walls; Academic yin and yang A snow warning on The news. No delay did the District. Go to school. Colorless ice does Not shine when headlights happen Upon frozen streets A rainbow of … Continue reading “Secondary” (Haiku 204-209)
Tommy Haiku #136-140
By Thomas Page Lone basketball on The side of the train track, with Party of litter The train is a display Of the olfactory, some Strange, fake vanilla Barbed wire o’er the Fence by my train window, spikes Shaped like lit sparklers The sky complements Itself with orange and blue hues Bleeding into dawn Graffiti … Continue reading Tommy Haiku #136-140
Tommy Poems
By Thomas Page “Late December Days” Late December days are just blurs Because of the Yuletide havoc Causing panic amongst shoppers. Can I e’er so gentle be lured To reverie on a hammock Without worry about the toppers On Douglas firs or green spruces? A sense of meeting toward truces. “The Name of This … Continue reading Tommy Poems
Academy of the Heart And Mind 